After fermentation, the pool balls are shat out and sucked clean and the fermented liquid is allowed to breathe in a dirty bedpan for an hour, then strained through a stiff, crusty unwashed jizz rag and served in champagne flutes, garnished with dingleberries and layered with fresh santorum to all their friends at the annual meeting at their clubhouse.

A group of patriotic individuals, from all walks of life. They believe in freespeach, and the collective as a whole believe in all of the Constitutional rights. Their ranks include both conservatives, and libretarians. While they generally keep to themselves, if challenged, there is nothing they will not do when their wrath is drawn down upon someone. In all, a good bunch of folks.

They have no problem with the fact that you have a different idea than they do. They have a problem when you try and force your ideas on them. The neo-jedi will help you if your sincere, or perform the mudhole stomp if you try and cross them.